FRIENDLY FIRE: A 9-1-1 fanfiction

Part Thirty-Seven: Hospitality

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"I feel like considering I'm freeloading in your house, eating your food, and clogging your drains with my hair, you should sleep in your own bed, at least." I argued tiredly with Eddie, both of us sitting cross-legged on his bed.

"We've been at this for three hours," Eddie mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

"It will all be over once you let me sleep on the couch," I yawned, "I want to sleep on the couch. It's a nice couch."

"Chivalry is not dead yet," he grumbled, looking up at the ceiling to try to wake himself up.

"It will be in a minute," I groaned, uncrossing my stiff legs to dangle them over the side of the bed, "when I kill it." 

Eddie snorted before groaning softly, his head dropping down before he buried his face in his hands, "I can't believe that we're this exhausted at nine PM."

I pulled out some hair from my ponytail, plaiting it again, "We're old."

"I'm thirty-two," Eddie grumbled, his voice muffled by his hands, "I feel like I'm seventy."

"You act like you're seventy," I huffed, standing up off the bed and starting to pad across the room, "we're past our prime. It's downhill from here."

"Where are you going?" Eddie demanded playfully, raising his head, "We are not done arguing."

"Speak for yourself," I rolled my neck, opening his bedroom and shuffling down the dark corridor.

"I refuse to let a guest sleep on the couch," Eddie started following after me, "it goes against every rule of hospitality."

I groaned loudly before slapping my hand over my mouth, turning to look at him over my shoulder with wide eyes. "Is Chris a light sleeper?"

Eddie smiled in amusement, looking behind him at Chris's closed bedroom door, "The second he hits the pillow, nothing can wake him. You're good."

I started creeping towards the living room again, a sigh of relief leaving my throat, "That's good, I was starting to worry I was being too... loud..." I trailed off as we walked into the living room, spotting Christopher bundled up with his blanket on the floor, playing video games on the TV.

"Christopher, why aren't you in bed?" Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, "I specifically recall putting you to bed."

"I couldn't get to sleep," Christopher lowered his control, smiling widely.

"So you decided to play video games instead?" Eddie put on his best dad voice to the point I cringed as well.

"You two were in your room," Christopher argued, "and you always say if the door is closed, I need to knock and wait for you to reply. I did, you didn't, so I came here."

"That's actually a pretty fair argument," I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck before glancing at Eddie, who served me with a dad stare. I turned back to Christopher, laughing nervously, "I tried, kid, looks like you're on your own."